“This isn’t about slavery,” he whipped me again, I cried out in pain.
“This isn’t punishment,” he whipped again. “This is about me seeing how far you’ll go. If you’ll let me tame you.”
He moved in front me. Neal slapped across my face. He nodded, then slapped me again. I looked at him with lust in my eyes, wondering when he was going take me to bed and fuck me.
“Good, almost tame,” he slapped me one more. He moved behind me, continuing to lash me with his whip.
***
It went on all day. I was tied up, slapped, spanked, and whipped, until dinner time. Neal fed me a nice steak dinner. I said nothing, taking each bit he gave me.
After dinner he bathed me once more. He still didn’t get in the tub with me.
With the collar around my neck, he applied soothing cream to my wounds. He led me to the top of the stairs leading into his basement.
“This is your reward for the day. You’ll be down there tonight, with them,” Neal said. I thought he meant dogs or some other animal.
He opened the basement door, the smell of marijuana, rose to my nostrils. “Go,” he removed my collar. “I’ll get you in the morning.”
I headed down to the low lit basement, I heard “ah shit,” and “yeah baby” as I descended. The basement was filled with about 20 or so black men. Some were coworkers of Neal, some were relatives, and some were friends.
This was my reward – an all-night gang bang.
I was passed around like a joint from one black man to another. I was double penetrated in my pussy, or pussy and ass.
By morning I was, once again, covered in semen and sweat. I passed out, looking at all the sleeping black men around me, the last one finally blowing his load on my tits.
A couple hours later, Neal arrived, put the collar around me, and led me upstairs for bath and breakfast.
***
“Today you’ll show me how much you love black dick. You’re a tamed animal now. You’re in my home, with what you crave,” Neal said, while removing his clothes, finally.
“If you are good and go all day, showing me just what you are made for, loving black cock, then I’ll reward you again tonight,” Neal added.
“Now then,” he said, my eyes widening when I saw his beautiful manhood. “Get to work. Don’t stop until I say so,” he ordered.
Neal sat in a chair in his master bedroom. It reminded me of a throne. He was the king and I was to serve him – all day.
“Make me hard,” Neal nodded to something behind me. A smile came over my face when I saw a stripper pole installed in his bedroom. He must have so many white women entertain him.
I’ve never stripped, but the thought of making that black cock of his rise up, getting ready for me, made me improvise. I parted my butt cheeks, backed into the pole, and slid up and down it, hoping it was working. I played with myself, using the pole to rub against my clit. Several minutes passed, Neal nodded in approval. His cock was bigger and harder for me.
“Mmm,” I smiled, walking to him.
“No, no, not yet. You still have a lot of work to do. Use that mouth of yours, don’t stop until I say so,” Neal said.
I went my hands and knees, crawling toward him, keeping my eyes on that big dick. When I arrived at his throbbing member, he grabbed that leash again, holding me in place. I looked to him with submissive eyes – I knew what I needed to do.
It wasn’t just a blow job. It was as though all the black men I’ve been with in my life, all the black cocks I’ve pleasured, all culminated in that one entire day.
Neal never came – not once. His towering cock was covered in my drool and his pre-cum. As the hours passed, his huge nut sack was dripping onto his hardwood floor.
My knees were killing me, my arms were killing me, and my jaw felt like it would swell shut from the strain of its muscles. I’ve sucked cock for a few hours in one sitting, but this lasted from morning until night. He paused to use the bathroom, dragging me in there with him. I took a short break, watching the urine stream from his cock. The instant he was done, I grabbed his dick, sucking away, urine droplets mixed with pre-cum entering my mouth. He sat on the toilet, letting me work him.
Those big black nuts, drool hanging off them, called to me. I gobbled them up, my lips stretching around one of his huge nuts, sucking on it, pulling on it, just like a horse’s. I popped one of his balls out of my mouth and kept licking and slobbering all over the shaft. I couldn’t get enough of it.
We paused to eat dinner. He led me by the collar back to his bed. Neal was on his back, I was between his legs, still sucking him, still servicing him. I was going to get that money – I didn’t care if my jaw clamped shut from strain.
Neal simply watched me, expressionless, the entire day. Near midnight he stopped me, finally.
He stood before me, his cock in hand, tapping my chin. I opened my sore mouth as wide as I could. “Drink,” was all he said, before ramming that dick to the back my throat.
I nearly choked on it. I felt it pulsate and throbbing in my throat, pumping and injecting a massive load of cum into me. He pulled back a bit, the tip in my mouth, and continued to unleash his load in me. I drank and sucked every last drop from him.
“Good girl,” he said, catching his breath. “You get rewarded again.”
Neal gathered his composure, stood, and led me to the basement again. More men awaited me. Some I remember from the previous night, some were new. Another gang bang commenced. I was a rag doll, tossed around, fucked, cummed on, and cummed in. My asshole was oozing semen right along with my pussy.
I passed out in the early morning hours, sweaty, covered in cum, my jaw sore.
-13-
A few hours later, his associates cleared out, and I found myself naked, at Neal’s big kitchen table, eating a very nice breakfast. I still hadn’t talked.
“How do you feel?” Neal asked.
“I’m ok, I think,” I whispered.
“I need you to focus again today. You won’t use your mouth unless you want to, but today you’ll definitely be using your body to serve me. Show me how much you love black men with your body. I’ll want you to ride my dick as long and as hard as you can, like nothing you’ve ever done before. Don’t stop until I say so. We’ll break for food and water.”
I nodded, finished up, and was led to his bedroom.
His hand clinching the collar, my hand guiding his cock in me, I lowered myself onto him. I came instantly. His dick, so big, so perfect, was finally inside me. “N-Neal,” I cried as orgasmic waves washed over me.
“The first of many. Cum as much as you want,” he said. “Now then, use that beautiful body for what it was designed for. Don’t stop until I say so.”
I had to do the best I’ve ever done. I had to go and go and go. I couldn’t stop, he’d expect to go all day and night.
Neal, eyes focused on me, pulling that leash tight, watching me fuck him.
I wanted to make him cum so bad. He never did. I lost count of how many times I did. I’d collapse on his chest, catching my breath. He’d pull my leash and I’d keep going and going.
He ate an apple, watching me go. He took a few business phone calls, watching me go as he listened. One of Neal’s associates even showed up, conducting some business with him, while this black cock-crazed white woman was going berserk on his dick.
The sun got lower and lower, and I kept riding and riding.
Neal fed me dinner while I was on his cock. He slapped my ass, pulled my leash, and told me to keep going after I ate.
Near midnight, I was having trouble, I was struggling. My body felt like liquid; I was covered in sweat. Every muscle was sore.
“Come on!” He slapped my ass. “Harder!”
“I, I, can’t!” I pleaded. I was running on fumes.
“Harder!” he slapped my face this time. “You want that money?” another slap.
“Yes!” I cried, another orgasm. I kept riding, kept fucking.
“Go harder, faster, make me cum!” Neal ordered.
“Ahhh!” I yelled out of frustration. I wanted his money, as much as I could get. I kept going. I rode and ground myself against him, harder and faster than ever before. I thought my heart and lungs were going to explode.
Suddenly, Neal grabbed me by the neck, stopping me. I grabbed his forearm, my teeth clinched and I watched this man finally cum, finally fill my pussy with his seed.
Neal collapsed back on his bed, letting go of my leash. I followed suit, rubbing all over his chest, while I caught my breath. He undid my collar, letting it fall to the side.
“You may sleep in here with me tonight. Sleep well. Tomorrow, I’ll break you down even further. It’ll be my turn to fuck you, to show you how much I love white women,” Neal said, putting his arm around my sweaty body.
I didn’t have time to think about what he could have in store for me. I was asleep in seconds, before our sweat dried.
***
We slept late on the sixth day – 10 am. Neal cooked me breakfast again, then bathed me.
He led me to another room in his mansion. He tied me up, I was hanging from my wrists, and for the next six hours, he fucked me. That’s it. He stood behind me. He stood in front of me, my legs wrapped around him. He fed me a snack, then got back to it. I was cumming constantly.
Neal, behind me, slid his cock in my ass, all the way to its base, pulled my hair back and unloaded his cum deep into my belly.
I was hanging there, cum dripping from me. Neal caught his breath, untied my wrists and ordered me to bathe him next. I did exactly that, taking him to his shower, and lathering up his body with soap.
We had a late lunch next, then Neal took me to bed. He tied me up once again, got on top, and fucked me for the rest of the evening.
Looking down at me, sweat dripping into my open mouth, the bed banging against the wall, I came over and over and over again. My body was his, for his pleasure, for his money. He used it, so hard, so good, all day.
The sun set, he was still on top of me. We were hungry. Neal pulled out and sprayed his cum all over my tummy, tits, and face. I couldn’t do anything tied up like that but enjoy it and moan as his sperm hit me.
He untied me, threw me a towel, and a few minutes later, I was in his kitchen, watching him cook for me. We said nothing as we ate a little later.
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